trying to make sense out of injustice

Bart-brain, feeling totally lost

I work nights at a local hotel and tonight I was talking to a colleague about how our schedule affects us on our time off. By swedish law, we work 7 nights in a row from 22:00 until 07:00, then we are free 7 nights in a row. It’s not too bad a gig, to be honest. The schedule doesn’t change from week to week as the day workers schedule can and we can have a life outside of work at least on our weeks off. Planning things is easy, we only need to remember which week we work or which week we’re off. Keeping in mind that when we work, we’re probably sleeping almost all day and don’t have the required amount of energy for most social encounters. There is little place for insomnia, that is probably the most dreaded event, long sleepless days or the weeks when our bodies can’t make the adjustment back to normal time.

So with that in mind, I find myself getting increasingly frustrated at one issue regarding the above. That is that I see the events in the world and events in my own little space of it and want to share it, to write about it, to holler from the peaks to sound my barbaric yawp across the rooftops of the world. but my own human physicality prevents it. I can feel ideas and unfinished work rattling around in my brain but when do i get the chance to capture them before they fly away like so many unstarted revolutions? I am a freedom fighter, is my epitaph to be ” the tired one”? What if we stared a revolution and everyone was asleep? Oh,, wait, i think that’s happened, never mind.